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!Friday, November 09, 2007

it is 6.53am. ive been up all night. and 242 more words to my last term paper.

ive no idea why im doing this. or maybe i know. that this school office staff was mean and refused our leave of absence. that she dared chuckled into our faces with an evil grin " it means our marketing is successful, and you haven't done enough research." marketing- to bring out the good and hide the bad. the fluff. for ignorant oblivious me. so we have to do the yucky stuffs knowing fully well we'll eventually have no credits for them. like prise said " everything could be solved if we could just throw in the withdrawal form." yet we still have to do them.

okies. my brain isn't working very well. it isn't supposed to when it has been thinking politics. then again, my politics essay is turning into a gp essay. in fact, it doesn't sound political at all. ohwells.




i want you in my arms ;
- 6:48 AM

swirl alittle

-*pam
.pretty eighteen.
.30th september.
tjc.3505.1705.zenith
nyjc.05A2.og10.choir.touch.drum
cchms.empathian.choir
mbs.sixjay.dance.drama



loving to bits

my loveleigh buds
my familee
bears
music. i karn live without.
to sing
to dance
travel
white.orange.royalpurple
memoirs of the geisha
my pretty piano
desserts


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